All Dogs Go to Heaven

I had to make the hardest decision of my life when we returned from Minnesota.  It still brings tears to my eyes as I write this.  For the past several months, Jessie had not been acting like herself.  I noticed she was becoming more "clingy" to me, and would not leave my side.  She was also having accidents in the house, which was very unusual for her.  A couple years ago I noticed a spot on her bottom which had progressively doubled in size over the past year.  The vet told me we could biopsy it, but I think I was too scared to find out the bad news. 
A few weeks ago, we decided it was time for Jessie to be put to rest.  Trust me- this was not an easy decision!  She has been my companion/running partner for the past 3 1/2 years.  She always seem to know if I was having a bad day, and just needed to cuddle with her.  The only times I ever heard Jessie bark were when the OPPD guy walked next to the fence in our yard (wearing a bright orange blazer), and when a salesman came to our door (and Ryah and I were home alone).  Her look was intimidating to strangers but she would never hurt a fly.  She always greeted you at the door wagging her stubby little tail.  Jessie enjoyed going for walks/runs, going to the park so she could run free without the leash, laying in the sun in the backyard, and getting attention from anyone that would give it to her. 
When we adopted Jessie from the Humane Society, she was approx 4 years old.  Knowing that I gave Jessie a wonderful life, and according to my husband, spoiled her a little too much, helps heal my heart.  Genetically, the boxer breed does not live much past 9 years, so I knew her day of rest would be sooner versus later if we had adopted a puppy.  But I wouldn't have changed it for anything! 

A couple of my favorite photos of Jessie Mae:

Watching over Ryah

Merry Christmas

Tears last a moment, but memories last a lifetime!!! 

What we have been up to

Yikes- it has been forever since I have blogged.  I have a very good reason, but I will save that for another blog entry.  This winter we haven't done much of anything.  Just spending lots of quality family time watching our princess grow up, and turn into the very independent 2 1/2 year old that she is. 
At the end of January we had the opportunity to drive up to visit my parents.  Other than the freezing cold temperature, the trip/visit was very enjoyable.  When we left Omaha Thursday evening, the temp was 40 degrees or so, and by the time we got to Montevideo (5 1/2 hours later), the temp was at Zero!  BRR!  The older I get, the less tolerable I am to cold weather.  Our next trip to MN is planned for the end of March, at this point I know there will still be snow on the ground and I will have to pack thermals.



The best part of living in a small town... photo opp in the middle of the road!



Hiding from the snowball fight

 

My Snowman

Playing barbies with Ashley

Playing in the toybox with cousin Rylee